"Luckiest Uber drive ever," Brad laughed as we walked into Sheri's small, tidy apartment. The four of us—Brad, his friend Kent, my friend-with-benefits and partner in crime Sheri, and myself—had just hopped out of the Uber that had taken us from the club to Sheri's place. On the way, I had sucked off both guys, as well as got finger banged by Brad and spanked by Kent, while Sheri first sucked off then was finger fucked by the driver.
"Yeah, but his next riders will be overwhelmed with the mingled aromas of pussy and spunk," Sheri grinned.
I nodded but did not speak as I looked around Sheri's Apartment. I'd never been to there before—when we'd been together, both earlier in the week and before with my ex, we'd been at my place. Her apartment had a small kitchen, a dining area, and a living room complete with couch, coffee table, and TV. A hallway led to what I presumed was the bathroom and the bedroom.
"Like an orgy," Brad chuckled.
"Or a whorehouse. And of course, the driver isn't the only lucky one. We're pretty damn lucky too," Kent, the shorter and more muscularly built of the two guys, said, and I turned to see him staring at me.
"Oh, we're lucky too," Sheri said, winking as she spoke. "Marco really knew how to use his fingers, and little Jessi here came twice from you two."
"But let's help the guys get even luckier," I suggested, stepping close to Sheri and kissing her, our tongues wiggling together. And as I tasted the Uber driver's cum in her mouth, I knew she was tasting Kent and Brad's in mine. My arousal, which had been at a steady but low level since my last orgasm, flared.
"Let's give them a show," Sheri whispered in my ear.
I nodded as I stared into her green eyes. The thought of licking each other to orgasm as Kent and Brad watched us heated my pussy even more than it already was.
"Guys, can you move this coffee table to the side for us? We want to give you a girl/girl sex show if that's okay with you."
"Fuck yeah," Kent grinned as Brad nodded his head vigorously.
Seconds later, they had the coffee table out of our way and had settled onto the couch. Sheri's eyes held mine for several seconds, then we were kissing again. At first, I was lost in the moment, then a stray thought bounced into my head.
The last time you put on a show with Sheri it was for me
, Mark's voice reminded me, and with that, dozens of more thoughts ricocheted around inside my head.
My body stiffened and my lips and tongue grew still. Sheri drew back from me, eyes narrowed as my breathing quickened and my chilled limbs trembled. I met her gaze, and the concern I saw in it made me feel even worse. I wanted to bolt, to find a dark, lonely corner to sink into, but there was no place to run. I was trapped. Trapped with a girl I barely knew, other than in the physical sense, and two guys I didn't know. Trapped with my own thoughts and the disappointed and disapproving thought-ghost of my ex. Trapped in my ever more chaotic mind.
"I need to go freshen up," Sheri announced before she grabbed my hand and dragged me to her bathroom. I followed without saying anything, my eyes downcast. The guys both said something, their voices full of protest and disappointment, but I could not make out what it was they said. A rush of white noise filled my head.
"You okay?" Sheri asked after she had closed the bathroom door.
I nodded but couldn't speak because I'd started to hyperventilate.
"Is it a panic attack?"
I nodded again and sank to my knees on the tile floor. I couldn't believe this was happening now when I was so close to an opportunity to live my fantasy of one cock in my mouth and one in my cunt. That fear bred new millipedes, which mixed with the ones already swarming inside my head and fueled the chaos.
"You need to try to take deep breaths," Sheri told me, and I knew she was right. But I couldn't make myself do it.
"Wait here," she said a few seconds later.
I wanted to ask her not to leave, but I still couldn't talk. Outside the partially closed door, I heard voices but couldn't make out what they were saying. I tried to stand, but my legs were not strong enough.
"Drink this," Sheri's voice told me, and I jumped. I hadn't even realized she'd come back.
"Don't want water," I managed to say as I shook my head.
"It's wine," the other girl informed me before she put the cool glass to my lips.
I wanted to ask if it was red or white—I don't like white wine—but before I could, the chilled liquid filled my mouth. An almost overwhelming sweetness attacked my taste buds, and I came close to spitting it all out. But I forced myself to swallow, then took another sip.
"I hate white wine," I croaked when the glass was empty, but I had to admit I felt a little better.
"Sorry. It's all I had."
"Shit, I didn't mean it that way. Thank you."
"You're welcome, Jessi," the other girl said as she rubbed my back and stroked my hair.
I didn't know if it was the wine, Sheri's comforting touch, or her soothing voice, but I began to calm down. The millipedes in my head slowed, and I was able to shove them away from conscious thought.
"I'm okay," I told her a few minutes later, climbing to my feet with her help. "Think they're still there?"
"I'm sure of it," Sheri chuckled. "I told them you needed something to settle your stomach after swallowing that much cum."
"Swallowing cum never bothers me."
"They don't know that. And if you do it again, they'll be even more impressed that you're willing to when it upset your tummy earlier."
"Yeah, that's a good point."
"I thought so. You ready to go back out there or you need a little bit longer."
"I'm okay. It wasn't them anyway, not really. When we started kissing, I thought about Mark and when we did that for him. Everything else just followed, and I couldn't get my mind out of worrying about how much a slut all this, and being so turned on by all this, makes me. I kept thinking how much this would bother Mark, and how he'd think I wasn't living up to who I could be. And then I thought about how I really want him to be the only man I'm with, but I sucked two guys off earlier and will be doing more with them soon only because I can't have him anymore."
"That's a lot to think about all at once."
"Tell me about it. But I'm better now."
"So, you're ready?"
"Yeah, I'm ready."
***
The guys sat on the couch, a few feet and our dresses between them, as they watched Sheri and me kiss. We were on our knees and naked, hands roaming each other's tits and legs as our tongues contended. A minute or so earlier, Sheri had peeled off my dress and tossed it to Kent. Left only in my sodden thong, I did the same for Sheri, sending her dress to Brad. Seconds after that, my thong followed. Kent snagged it in air and brought it to his nose, closing his eyes and inhaling. Now he held it in his clenched fist as he stared at us.
